Showing posts with label Catherine Greenwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Catherine Greenwood. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Randamonium

 Omg...best meal ever...a 50.00 steak, a 9.00 baked potato and 8.00 green beans...Best beans on the earth...no joke...I am not even fond of green beans but these little delicate tendrils of drooly goodness were like something out of a supernatural cookbook they were so delicious...if you are ever in Vegas and want a steak go to Gallagher's in the NY NY Hotel.
 The lovely Catherine Greenwood - Poet Extraordinaire (who sits next to me at work mumbling and cursing to the delight of my virginal ears) has a new book out (THE LOST LETTERS) and yours truly managed to snap a few good pics of her at the graveyard that made the cut for her author picture... :)
Just hanging in a helicopter...no big deal...

Saturday, September 07, 2013

Friday nights alright for blogging....

I did it...I just ore-ordered the new Matthew Good CD. I couldn't resist after I heard the new track "Guns of Carolina"...fml I like it a lot...glad too b/c the 1st single released I hated (I usually detest the songs he releases as singles)...




Nice...really like that track.

Ms A. is taking a few trips in December...1st one to go visit her grandparents in California...Grandpa hasn't been well so she is really wanting to go visit and see them both. He is already in his mid 80's so I think she needs to get in as many visits as she can. She will be in Powell River for Christmas this year as well...my 1st Christmas without  her...will be weird. Kim and I decided we are potentially going to book a room at a fancy Victoria hotel Xmas eve that has a sweet pool and hot tub and THAT is what we will do Xmas eve...go to my place Xmas day for a breakfast and pressies...sounds kind of nice. Ms A was going to be in on it too til she decided to  go to PR. She really prefers a crowd at Xmas I think, likes the Xmas morning ritual thing.

I think her growing up as an only child with a mother who is a loner has been a disappointment for her at times. There have been a few Xmas's with just the 2 of us where she could not hide the fact she it was a bit too quiet...a bit too solitary. I am sure this will all come out in therapy for her in about 10-20 years. haha I laugh but it is a nervous, uncomfortable laugh, not an amused one.

We all grow up feeling a bit hallow I think...the inevitable human response to realistic life...most of us did not have the attention we deserved...the love...the support...the pampering. It is just how the cookie crumbles...we are all just humans stewing in our own shit and sometimes it oozes out and gets on our kids...the older I get the more resolved I am about that...funny thing is as rational as a person can be about that stuff it doesn't make all the weird hang ups disappear. All the shitty coping mechanisms you develop before you get to that place of enlightenment have rooted and taken on a life of their own....so epiphany or not...you are still a wounded rabbit, shaking in the bushes under a shroud of empty enlightenment. That is when the real work begins it seems...combating yourself essentially to try and catch up. I think a lot of ppl go the grave stuck in their shit.

By friend, the fantastic Catherine Greenwood, has a new book coming out...after a very successful photo shoot in a graveyard to get shots for the book jacket she will be giving me a copy and I am looking forward to giving it a read. CLICK HERE ...and yes I was the one who gave her the pooping panda toy.